Some, Too Fragile For Winter Winds, By Emily Dickinson

    Some, too fragile for winter winds,
    The thoughtful grave encloses, —
    Tenderly tucking them in from frost
    Before their feet are cold.

    Never the treasures in her nest
    The cautious grave exposes,
    Building where schoolboy dare not look
    And sportsman is not bold.

    This covert have all the children
    Early aged, and often cold, —
    Sparrows unnoticed by the Father;
    Lambs for whom time had not a fold.